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

Just then, Crazy Brother and his friends discovered that their bodies had changed.

Those tattered cotton-padded jackets and straw sandals are gradually being peeled away and disappearing.

Instead, they wore the "glamorous" outfits they had before entering the game.

Crazy Bro has returned to being that spirited young man with eye-catching blond hair and a trendy hoodie.

Hawkeye has returned to being the professional player with a sharp eye and a neat team uniform.

Ruan Ruan transformed back into the popular livestreamer with her exquisite makeup and Lolita dress.

This highly modern attire looked out of place, even somewhat comical, on this desolate and tragic snow-capped mountain pass.

Crazy Brother instinctively tried to cover his face.

He felt that he was too clean and too trendy now.

He felt ashamed of his clothes in front of this snow-capped mountain.

Just then, a faint warm light shone from the huge rock that was blocking the wind.

The old squad leader, who had been lying there unconscious and on the verge of death, suddenly became translucent.

He stood up in the light.

The rotting severed arm was gone, and the hunched back had straightened.

He was wearing a military uniform that, though faded from washing, was clean and without a single patch.

Even her weathered face became rosy, youthful, and full of energy.

He stood there in the wind and snow, in the light, carefully observing Kuang Ge and the others with a gaze that was gentle to the core.

That was the look in the eyes of an elder gazing at his promising descendant, across parallel universes that were also part of the Dragon Kingdom.

The old squad leader looked at the blond-haired Madman in front of him, then at Hawkeye in his strange uniform and Softie in her dress.

I didn't think it was a demon or monster.

He even gave a simple, honest smile and gestured to show off Kuang Ge's striking blond hair.

"Crazy brat..."

The old squad leader's voice was no longer hoarse, but clear and bright, carrying a reassuring echo.

"So this is what you all look like."

"It's good... Although the hair is a bit yellow, the clothes look thick and not drafty."

"These shoes are good too, the soles are thick, and they don't hurt your feet when you walk in them."

The streamer who dared to act arrogantly in front of millions of fans was now standing in front of this semi-transparent spirit, looking as helpless as a primary school student who had done something wrong.

He wanted to hide his blond hair and strip off his trendy clothes.

"Class monitor, I..."

Kuang Ge opened his mouth, only to find his throat was severely blocked.

The old squad leader waved his hand, interrupting him.

Then he took a step forward.

Although he was in a spirit state, Kuang Ge seemed to truly feel the warm aura of his father's generation emanating from him.

The old squad leader's eyes seemed to be trying to see through Kuang Ge into the distant, unknown world behind him.

He hesitated for a moment. The tough guy who had never flinched in the face of gunfire now showed a hint of caution.

"Kid, I want to ask you something."

The old squad leader's voice trembled slightly, carrying an almost humble hope.

"Did we win this battle in the end?"

"Can crops still be grown on that land?"

This question brought tears to the eyes of Kuang Ge and the others.

This is the deepest obsession the old squad leader couldn't let go of before he passed away, according to real history.

It wasn't his own fate, nor was it that broken arm.

Yes, it is.

It's crops.

Will people in the future be able to have enough to eat?

Kuang Ge's tears instantly burst forth.

He nodded frantically, trying to speak, but could only manage choked "uh, uh" sounds.

At the same time, Ruan Ruan, who was still wiping away her tears, suddenly felt her smart bracelet on her wrist vibrate.

A soft light curtain unfolded without warning in front of the three people, and also in front of the old squad leader.

That wasn't some high-tech holographic projection; it was more like an open window.

Beyond the window lies the world where Kuang Ge and his friends live, the future that the old squad leader calls "spring."

There were no aircraft carriers or spaceships, nor any skyscrapers.

The images Luo An presented were so simple that they were heartbreaking.

The scene shifts.

It was a vast expanse of golden wheat fields.

Under the sunlight, several huge combine harvesters rumbled past, and golden wheat grains gushed out like waterfalls, piling up into small mountains.

The camera pans again.

It is a spacious and bright primary school classroom.

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window, but the classroom was well-heated.

Dozens of children wore school uniforms that were as thick as bread, their cheeks rosy—not the rosy glow of frostbite from the high altitude, but the healthy rosy glow of overnutrition.

They were reading the text aloud, their voices young yet loud, without worrying about the wind and snow getting into their mouths.

The camera finally focuses on a noisy cafeteria.

Workers and students lined up in front of the steaming windows.

It wasn't a thin, watery barley porridge that reflected your image, nor was it a fishy-smelling soup made with leather belts.

It was a dazzling white rice, piled high in a cone.

And then there's that the old squad leader kept talking about the whole way—meat sauce noodles.

The red oil glistened, large chunks of meat covered the entire bowl, and wide noodles, as wide as belts, hung on the chopsticks, the steam making it hard to open one's eyes.

"this……"

The old squad leader stared at the light-filled window, completely stunned.

He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch the golden wheat, wanting to take the bowl of noodles.

But his hand passed through the light barrier and he didn't touch anything.

But he wasn't annoyed.

He stared intently at the children and the grain.

As I watched, this man who never shed a tear, even when he bled and sweated, suddenly laughed like a child.

As I laughed, tears streamed down my face, etched with deep wrinkles.

"Great...that's really great..."

"So much food... we can't finish it all... we really can't finish it all..."

"Those dolls are so cute... chubby and adorable..."

Kuang Ge could no longer hold back. He pointed at the light screen and roared in a solemn voice, as if reporting to an elder.

"Squad leader, look!"

"That's our land, our land now!"

"We won! We won everything!"

"The children don't need to carry guns, eat snow, or gnaw on tree bark!"

"They can eat noodles whenever they want, and meat whenever they want; every day is like New Year's!"

Even if this is the future of a parallel world that Luo An is showing us.

Ruan Ruan also cried and shouted.

"Squad leader, that's spring, real spring! No one dares to bully us anymore!"

So in the end, they will definitely be victorious, right?

The old squad leader's eyes never left the bowl of noodles.

As he listened to Kuang Ge and Ruan Ruan's roars, his smile grew wider and wider, while his body began to grow increasingly pale.

It transformed into countless sparkling points of light, as if it were melting into the lingering snowstorm.

"It's good that you won...it's good that you won..."

The old squad leader's voice became ethereal, as if it came from the clouds.

"It wasn't a wasted trip... Old Li, Little Tiger, Little Bean... we didn't leave empty-handed..."

"It was worth it."

The light spots dispersed at an accelerated speed.

The old squad leader took one last look at Crazy Brother, and then at the three "strange dolls" who had accompanied him on his final journey.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and straightened his collar.

Then, facing the three people, the magnificent scene on the screen, and the countless viewers watching with bated breath outside the screen, he slowly raised his right hand—

salute!

This time, his military salute was no longer marred by his missing arm.

Standard, powerful, like evergreen pines and cypresses.

"The dolls."

"Walk the road ahead well for us."

Don't look back.

The wind rises.

Light scattering.

The old squad leader's figure completely disappeared into the air, leaving only the words "Don't look back" echoing in the valley.

The screen gradually went black, revealing a line of golden text that appeared to be burning.

May this prosperous era be as you wish.

……

The real world.

Kuang Ge took off his VR headset.

His face, covered in cold sweat and tears, no longer held its former arrogance and ferocity.

He sat blankly in the gaming chair, staring at the ceiling, without moving for a long time.

An unprecedented spectacle also occurred in the live broadcast room.

The millions of bullet comments were perfectly synchronized, like a disciplined army.

Only two words kept appearing on the screen.

"salute!"

"salute!"

"salute!"

At this moment, there are no streamers or fans, no geographical boundaries or age limits.

Only a group of awakened, spirited souls are paying tribute to the Dragon Kingdom in a parallel world, to that history that should not be forgotten.

The trending topics list exploded in that instant.

#Luoan Studio#, #This Prosperous Era Is As You Wish#, and #So This Is Our Backbone# directly dominated the top three spots.

Countless people are sharing the screenshot of the old squad leader saluting the screen.

But just as everyone was immersed in this immense emotion and sorrow, unable to extricate themselves...

The official account of Luoan Studio posted a new update.

There was no sentimental copywriting, nor any lengthy thank-you notes.

There is only one short one-minute PV video.

[New Version Preview: Since it's too cold in the snow-capped mountains, let's go on a spring outing!]

Everyone was stunned.

A spring outing?

Would that old scoundrel Luo be so kind?

With various doubts, millions of players clicked on the video, only to be greeted by an extreme expanse of green.

The sky was clear and blue, and the white clouds drifted lazily by.

The boundless meadow stretches to the horizon like a green carpet, and when the wind blows, the waist-high grass undulates like waves.

Unidentified purple wildflowers dot the landscape, and the clear puddles reflect the shadows of birds in flight.

The background music is a light and melodious harmonica tune that's so beautiful it's almost ecstatic.

Several lines of fresh and cute artistic fonts popped up on the screen:

Say goodbye to the bitter cold and embrace the warm sunshine.

This is a hiking and camping trip featuring flowers and green grass.

Even without braised pork noodles, we still have the rustic charm of foraging for wild vegetables.

[Red Expedition: Summer Outing, a heartwarming new game, will be available in three days.]

The video ended, and the air was silent for only three seconds.

"You old scoundrel Luo, you're kidding me! Last time you talked about 'A Journey of Healing,' and I almost froze to death on Jiajin Mountain!"

"I don't believe you! Are there landmines buried under this grass? Are there crocodiles in this puddle?"

"Digging for wild vegetables? I think you want us to dig up graves!"

"Brothers, don't believe it! This is definitely a scam! Something about that grass looks off to me, it looks like a swamp!"

"Stop with the conspiracy theories, upstairs. This scene looks pretty normal to me. Maybe that old scoundrel Luo had a change of heart and really wants us to relax a bit?"

"Relax? Relax in those days? Do you believe that grassland is tougher than a snow-capped mountain?"