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

This is also the issue that the outside world is most concerned about right now.

The only "Snow Mountain Clearance Team" on the entire internet will inevitably need to add strong teammates if they want to venture into the even more difficult grasslands.

Even if you just randomly bring in two professional champions from shooting games, their combat power will double.

But without even thinking, Crazy Bro cursed out.

"Get the people who're shaking their asses out of here!"

"Why?" Ruan Ruan didn't want to add anyone either, but she still asked.

"They don't know anything!" Crazy Brother shouted, his voice rising as if he'd been provoked.

"Did they ever go hungry? Did they ever eat leather belts? Did they ever warm each other's feet in snowdrifts?"

"Just pull in some random crooked soldier king, and their skills will improve."

"But could he really just hand over a single bite of dry rations to the old squad leader without even looking at it?"

"Can he be my crutch when I can no longer carry the burden?"

"I can't do it!"

Kuang Ge was panting heavily, his tone carrying a strong sense of exclusivity.

That's the arrogance and stubbornness that only people who have truly fought side by side and crossed the line between life and death can possess.

"This isn't a dungeon run, it's not about defeating a boss."

"This is the Long March."

"The three of us, one is a blond hoodlum, one is a data geek, and one is a crybaby."

Kuang Ge's one sentence insulted all three of them.

"But we smell like that now."

"We were recruited by the old squad leader."

"If anyone else came in, they'd be deserters, a burden, and a troublemaker!"

"Just the three of us!" Crazy Brother declared decisively, his voice domineering.

"Even if there are only three of us, even if we have to crawl, I'll carry that pot out of the grassland!"

"Anyone who dares to fall behind, I'll kick them all the way to the finish line!"

There was a two-second silence in the headphones.

Then came Hawkeye's soft chuckle, tinged with a hint of relief.

"Although being called a data idiot is annoying... according to the personality model analysis, you're right."

"The cost of trust is too high, making it difficult for outsiders to integrate."

"Then there will be three people."

"Fight to the death."

……

While the entire internet was still lamenting the mere 5% progress of "Red Expedition: Snow Mountain Chapter," Tencent couldn't sit still any longer.

In an effort to salvage the declining daily active users of "Winter Is Gone", Wang Qi made a decision overnight to launch the "Warm Winter Rewards" event: log in to receive a free 10-pull draw, and make your first recharge of 6 yuan to receive a gold-quality submachine gun.

Just as players were debating whether to go to Tencent to get a freebie and have some fun, the official account of Luoan Studio posted another update.

[Announcement: The "Red Expedition: Grasslands" DLC will be officially unlocked tomorrow at 18:00.]

Price: 1 yuan.

[Note: Loan Studio solemnly promises that all subsequent DLC chapters involving historical storylines will be permanently priced at ¥1. This fee will only cover server maintenance and electricity costs.]

The announcement immediately caused an uproar in the comments section.

"One dollar? Luo, you old scoundrel, are you crazy?"

"The other company, Tencent, charges 6 yuan for a first aid kit, and you're selling a new map of several tens of gigabytes for only 1 yuan?"

"Hey old thief, are you out of money for food? Don't try to tough it out! I'll give you a tip, just change the price back!"

"Exactly! I can tolerate the snow mountain episode being free, but this grassland episode is clearly a big production. I'd pay 68 or 128 for it! Who do you think you're looking down on by charging only 1 yuan?"

The players are getting anxious.

They were terrified of being abused, and also terrified of being moved.

If Loan Studio goes bankrupt due to lack of funds, where will we find games that can make people cry like dogs in the future?

The studio's back-end system was flooded with messages asking for money.

Sitting in front of the computer, Luo An smiled as he looked at the private messages.

It's not that he doesn't want to accept the money.

He really... isn't short of money for the time being.

Last night, the landlord who was originally going to kick him out knocked on the door of the studio with a bag of apples he grew himself.

The landlord tore up the crumpled IOU in front of Luo An.

"Xiao Luo, the rent is waived."

The landlord's cloudy eyes were red, clearly from crying.

"My damn grandson used to cause a ruckus in the streets every day and wouldn't listen to anyone."

"I played your game the day before yesterday, and when I got home I dyed my blond hair black and even went to the kitchen to help my mom pick vegetables."

"He said... he was a veteran soldier and couldn't let the company down."

The landlady held Luo An's hand tightly.

"You made a good game; it teaches people how to be good."

"You can stay in the house as long as you want. I've even vacated that big, bright suite upstairs for you. As long as you keep playing this game, I won't charge you a penny of rent!"

……

The next day, at 17:50.

There are ten minutes left until the server opens.

The number of viewers in Kuang Ge's live stream has soared to five million.

The screen displayed a three-person live chat window with the words "Snow Mountain Demolition Office" on it.

"Brother Kuang, are you really not adding any more people?" The chat was still flooded with comments.

"That 'Number One Sniper in the Chinese Server' has already sent ten Super Streams asking to team up!"

"There's also a real retired special forces soldier who said he could be your bodyguard for free!"

"I've heard the grasslands are even harder than the snow-capped mountains. You three low-health characters going in is practically suicide, isn't it?"

Looking at the comments on the screen, Kuang Ge glanced at the 999+ team-joining requests in his private message list.

Now only they are qualified to start "Red Expedition: Grassland Chapter", and everyone wants to piggyback on their team to gain access to the early game.

Crazy Brother lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and gave a disdainful sneer.

"Add more people?"

"What are they doing here? Taking orders from them? Or listening to their boasting?"

Crazy Brother reached out and stubbed out the cigarette with a rough motion.

"Do they even know what half a belt tastes like?"

"Did they know how to keep warm by tucking their feet into their comrades' arms in a snowdrift?"

"Do they know that the old squad leader was rubbing his hands together, his hands frozen like radishes, just to save a single match?"

On the other end of the live stream, Hawkeye was adjusting his equipment, he added.

"Based on past data analysis, it will take at least 72 hours for new members to integrate with our tactics."

"Before that, the probability of them being wiped out because they couldn't understand the 'sacrifice mechanism' was 99%."

Therefore, saying no is the most efficient decision.

Ruan Ruan was sniffling, holding a large bag of tissues in her arms.

"I...I don't want to add anyone else either."

"They'll definitely think I'm a burden, only you and the old squad leader don't mind..."

17: 59.

The three of them put on the helmets at the same time, and their neural connections were activated.

On the retina, an exquisite green slowly spread out.

That was a new concept poster.

The lush green grass stretched to the horizon, and wildflowers bloomed in profusion, creating a scene of beauty like a dream.

But in the very center of that beautiful scene, a line of blood-red Song typeface slowly emerged like a sharp blade—

Welcome to *Red Expedition: The Grasslands*.

There are no bullets here.

Here, there is only an unseen abyss.