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

After Kuang Ge shouted that, no one actually stopped to wait for him.

On this life-or-death iron chain, stopping means certain death.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound of bullets hitting the chains was more intense than raindrops.

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded in my ears, each time making my wrist go numb.

The most dangerous one is the "swinging swing".

Whenever a comrade in front suddenly turns to the side to avoid a bullet trajectory, or when a mortar shell explodes on the water near the iron chain, the entire bridge will resonate violently.

That centrifugal force felt like it could throw a person's internal organs out.

"Hold on tight! Don't use brute force!"

An old soldier in front felt the chains behind him shaking violently and shouted without turning his head.

"Use your knees! Hook the inside of your knees onto the chain below!"

"Turn your wrists inward! Lock yourself to the chain!"

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembling, and tried to imitate the previous movements.

Instead of simply clamping their legs together like when riding a horse, they pressed their calves tightly against the chain, using the friction between their knees and inner thighs to "lock" themselves onto it like a large pendant.

It hurts.

The iron chain was covered in rust and bloodstains, and the rough friction made it feel like my skin was being rubbed raw, even through my pants.

But it has indeed become much more stable.

Hey! You over there!

The second platoon leader, who was ahead of him, moved forward while glancing back at Kuang Ge.

"How's it going? Still thinking about your duck?"

Crazy Bro spat out the rusty taste in his mouth and replied loudly.

"Of course I want to! How could I not!"

"If you want to, then hurry up! The company commander ahead of us has already crawled twenty meters!"

"If we're slow, the company commander will be a sitting duck! We're taking bullets for them!"

Kuang Ge looked up.

At the very front, the shirtless company commander really looked like he was "flying".

He practically threw his entire body under the iron chain, using it as cover, and each swing allowed him to avoid the machine gun fire from the other side.

The movements were not fancy at all; they were all instincts honed from countless brushes with death.

"Hold!"

Kuang Ge's eyes reddened, and his reckless, roguish spirit returned.

"I'll take the bullet for you!"

"My body is big enough to withstand two bullets!"

Roaring, Madman used both hands and feet to crawl out of the swaying inferno with the momentum of a 100-meter sprint.

……

Meanwhile, on the opposite bank, inside the city of Luding, was the enemy's army headquarters.

"Feed? Traveller? Feed? Feed?!"

The enemy commander was gripping the telephone receiver, sweating profusely as he listened to the busy tone.

"Oh shit!"

The regimental commander slammed the phone on the table and roared at his adjutant.

"Where's the passenger seat?!"

The adjutant hunched his shoulders, looking constipated.

"Reporting to the regimental commander, the brigade commander just said he's going to the rear to inspect the supplies..."

"Inspecting supplies?" The regimental commander laughed angrily. "There's fighting at the front, and he's going to the rear to inspect supplies? That's desertion!"

The brigade headquarters was responsible for blocking the right column of the Red Army.

If the brigade commander runs away at this point, it means that the brigade headquarters will be defeated by the right column of the Red Army.

In other words, they are about to be surrounded and annihilated by the left and right columns of the Red Army!

The regimental commander was so anxious that he paced back and forth. Suddenly, he pointed to the Dadu River outside the window, his voice trembling.

"Damn it, those redheads are insane! They'll climb iron chains to cross the river even without boats or planks!"

"Who's ever seen such a reckless fighting style? Huh? Who's ever seen anything like it?!"

After the group leader finished preparing himself mentally, he suddenly picked up the phone.

"Hey! Second Battalion Commander! This is the Regimental Commander!"

"Listen to me, the main force needs to retreat and find favorable terrain to launch an ambush!"

"You and your men, hold them off! You must hold them off!"

Snapped!

The phone hangs up.

The commander grabbed the gold bars and silver coins from the table and yelled at his adjutant beside him.

"Prepare the horses! Head to the back mountain path! Quickly!"

……

Below the city gate tower, the Second Battalion Command Post.

The second battalion commander hung up the phone, his face ashen.

"Withdrawal? Favorable terrain?" The second battalion commander spat angrily. "Fuck your favorable terrain! Aren't you just trying to make me a scapegoat?"

He glanced at the machine gun emplacement still firing wildly, then at the black dots still wriggling on the iron chain.

too close.

Those "monsters" were less than forty meters from the bridgehead.

That fearless aura could send chills down your spine even from dozens of meters away.

"Battalion Commander, the regimental headquarters has withdrawn. What do we do now?"

The company commander ran in, his face covered in dust, his hat askew.

"Retreat? Where to retreat to? The commander wants me to die here to buy him time!"

The battalion commander's eyes darted around, and he grabbed the company commander by the collar.

"Listen up! You take a company and hold the bridgehead to the death!"

"I'm taking the main force to... to flank them! Yes, flank them!"

The company commander was stunned. Looking at the battalion commander's face, which was filled with fear and calculation, his heart sank.

"Battalion Commander, the flank... the flank is a cliff."

"Enough talk! Follow orders!"

The second battalion commander pushed aside the company commander and, with his guard platoon, crouched down and slipped away along the base of the city wall.

……

In the end, only the company commander remained, standing behind the fortifications at the bridgehead.

He looked at the empty command post, then at the approaching assault team outside.

The brigade commander ran away.

The regimental commander ran away.

The battalion commander also ran away.

In the end, only he, the lowly company commander, was left.

"Company commander! They're coming up! Thirty meters to go!"

The soldiers' terrified shouts rang out, and the company commander peeked out to take a look.

The shirtless man at the front of the line was covered in blood, the large knife in his hand gleaming in the sunlight, and his eyes looked like they were about to devour someone.

"Damn it... damn it!"

The enemy company commander's hands were shaking.

Fight? With what?

The machine guns on the other side have all been targeted and rendered useless by sharpshooters; anyone who dares to peek out will die.

Guard? All the officers have run away, who is he supposed to guard?

"Company commander! Let's retreat!" his platoon leader cried.

"Withdraw my ass! Can't you see the supervisory team is still behind us? Withdrawing now is suicide!"

The company commander looked around in despair.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a pile of bridge planks at the bridgehead that hadn't been completely dismantled yet.

A vicious and insane thought instantly entered his mind.

"You forced me to do this..."

The enemy company commander's face contorted as he pointed at the pile of wooden planks and let out a hysterical roar.

"burn!"

"Burn it for me!"

"Pour all the kerosene on it! Set the bridgehead on fire!"

The enemy platoon leader was taken aback.

"Company commander, our men are still over there..."

"Never mind that! Burn it! Nobody's coming over!"

"Anyone who comes near, I'll roast them alive!"

……

In the Blue Star live stream, this series of perspective changes sent the blood pressure of millions of viewers soaring, and the barrage of comments exploded instantly.

"Damn! Is this what the old army is like? One level deceives the next, one level betrays the next, and in the end, it's all the low-ranking soldiers who are sent to their deaths!"

"That's hilarious! They can even make 'retreating,' 'flank encirclement,' 'inspecting supplies,' and 'escaping' sound so sophisticated and elegant?"

"This is the difference in faith! In the Red Legion, the officers lead the charge, while here, the commanders are the ones who slip away first!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, on one side are brothers who live and die together, on the other side are brothers who are burned like firewood."

"Wait! They're going to burn the bridge?! What about Brother Kuang and his gang...?"

Kuang Ge and his group finally made it to the middle section.

With only thirty or forty meters left ahead, victory was in sight.

"Brothers! Give it your all!"

"That's a grasshopper in autumn; it won't be able to hop around for much longer!"

As soon as Crazy Bro finished shouting, he suddenly felt a heat on his face.

A strong smell of kerosene wafted over from the river breeze.

With a loud bang, a plume of black smoke suddenly rose from the bridgehead on the opposite bank.

The crimson flames engulfed the wooden planks at the bridgehead and soared several meters high with the help of the strong wind.

Holy crap!

Kuang Ge's pupils suddenly contracted.

A wall of flames and thick smoke blocked the end of the suspension bridge.

The company commander of the vanguard unit stopped.

All the assault team members stopped.

Ahead lies a sea of ​​fire, below lies an abyss, and there is no way to retreat.

"Those bastards..."

Crazy Brother lay on the iron chain, looking at the towering flames, his eyes glowing red in the firelight.

He wiped the sweat and grime from his face and uttered those words that made everyone feel both heartbroken and angry.

"Fine, if you won't give me the duck..."

"Are they trying to roast me like a duck?!"