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

Hawkeye reacted quickly, and like the old squad leader, he lay down on the ground and handed over the stick he was holding.

"Softie! Hold on tight! Don't kick your legs! The more you kick, the deeper you'll sink!"

Ruan Ruan was now covered in mud up to her chest, and the suffocating pressure made her mind go blank.

But her survival instinct made her cling tightly to the two straws that were offered to her.

"Lean back! Don't use your legs, use your waist!"

The old squad leader lay prone in the mud, half his body sticking out, gripping one end of the stick tightly.

"One, two, go!"

At this point, Kuang Ge didn't dare to move. He took the pot off his back and carefully knelt down on a solid piece of ground.

Then he stretched out his arm to grab the old squad leader's belt, using himself as a human winnowing pan.

laugh--

A sickening sucking sound rang out.

That was the sound of the body forcibly breaking free from the vacuum of the muddy environment.

Her soft body was pulled out little by little, like pulling out a radish.

First the waist, then the legs, and finally a foot that had lost its straw sandal.

"Huff... huff..."

Everyone collapsed onto the ground nearby, panting heavily.

That one minute just now was more tiring than running a kilometer on a snow-capped mountain.

Ruan Ruan was trembling all over, half of her body was covered in black, shiny mud, and she was emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

That was the smell of marshland produced by plant roots and stems rotting underground for thousands of years, mixed with the fishy smell of stagnant water.

"vomit--"

Ruan Ruan couldn't hold it in and turned to her side, dry heaving.

The viewers in the live stream only realized then that what had just happened was too fast and too scary.

"Holy crap... what was that just now? It looked like grass, but how come it all collapsed when I stepped on it?"

"This is even more terrifying than a landmine! A landmine exploding is a quick and easy kill, but this thing is like burying you alive!"

"This is the 'stunning scenery'? You old scoundrel, I actually believed your lies!"

The old squad leader got up from the ground, covered in mud and water.

With a gloomy face, he walked over and picked up the stick.

Then he stuck the stick into the mud pit where he had just softly fallen in and probed it downwards.

The 1.5-meter-long stick reached the top easily, without touching the bottom at all.

The old squad leader pulled out his stick, pointed at the mud pit that was still bubbling with black bubbles, and said sternly.

"Did you see that?"

"The mud below is deeper than that snow-capped mountain."

"Don't trust your eyes here."

"What looks flat might be hollow underneath."

"What looks beautiful is actually a mouth that devours people."

The old squad leader shoved the stick back into Ruan Ruan's still-dazed hand, his tone softening slightly, but still serious.

"Don't let go of the stick."

"Probe with a stick before taking each step."

"A person can only walk if the stick doesn't sink in."

"In this place, it's not just bullets that can kill."

"And this land."

The team resumed their journey.

After what just happened, the atmosphere in the team completely changed.

If entering the map at the beginning was like a spring outing, then now it's like clearing mines.

The oppressive feeling brought by that "silent death" is more tormenting than the blizzard on the snow-capped mountain.

The dangers of the snow-capped mountains are visible and tangible; cold is cold, and pain is pain.

But this meadow was different; it was too quiet.

The meadow beneath my feet was soft and yielding; every step I took caused black water to seep out.

You never know whether your step will land on solid ground or on a fragile floating carpet.

This unknown fear keeps people on edge at all times.

"Change formation."

As the only "technical expert," Hawkeye volunteered to take on the most dangerous task.

"I'll go first and scout ahead." Hawkeye gripped his stick tightly. "Softie, walk in the middle, following in my footsteps."

"Brother Kuang, you're heavy and you'll have to take the blame, so stay back and bring up the rear."

"Okay." Crazy Brother didn't try to be a hero.

The huge black pot behind him has now become his biggest burden.

On flat ground, these few dozen kilograms are nothing.

But the grass is soft.

The greater the load, the greater the pressure, and the deeper the sag.

Where Eagle Eye and Softie walked, they left only shallow puddles.

With each kick, Crazy Brother's legs would sink into his calves, and then he would have to struggle to pull them out.

The feeling was like having two sandbags weighing tens of kilograms tied to your feet and having to walk in glue.

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

The heavy thud of feet became the only background music in the group.

The journey became extremely slow.

It wasn't just the terrain that was tormenting, but also the rapid loss of physical strength.

On the system panel, Crazy Bro's stamina bar was turning red at an alarming rate.

[Warning: Current load is too high; stamina consumption rate +200%.]

[Warning: Core body temperature has dropped slightly. It is recommended to find a dry place to rest.]

"A dry place? Ha." Madman glanced at the system notification and sneered.

"This godforsaken place isn't even a dry rock to be found, where are we supposed to find a dry spot?"

Finally, after a difficult half-hour march, they encountered an obstacle.

It was a wide expanse of mud.

It was at least twenty meters wide, with black silt exposed on the surface, covered only by a few sparse clumps of aquatic plants.

There's no need to explore; you can tell it's a swamp with the naked eye.

"There's no way around it." Hawkeye looked at the map. "This kind of terrain is on both sides, and this swamp stretches for several kilometers."

"What should we do?" Ruan Ruan looked at the dark, mushy mud, and her stomach began to churn again.

The old squad leader stood by the muddy swamp, his brow furrowed.

He glanced at the team behind him, then at the pot on Kuang Ge's back.

"Unbuckle your belt," the old squad leader said.

"Huh?" Ruan Ruan was taken aback.

"Take off all the leg wraps, strips of cloth, and belts, and tie them together." The old squad leader said as he demonstrated, skillfully untying his own leg wraps with one hand, "and tie them into a rope to be tied around everyone's waist."

"This is the chain of life."

"If one person gets stuck, others can pull them out."

"If we all get caught up in this..." the old sergeant paused, "then we'll all die together."

The three of them did not dare to delay and quickly tied all the usable strips of cloth into a rope, linking themselves together with their teammates.

But this doesn't solve the problem of crossing the mud.

Especially Crazy Bro.

If he were to go into a mud pit carrying a pot on his back, he would definitely be the first one to sink to the bottom.

"Put the pot down," the old squad leader commanded. "Use the pot like a boat."

Kuang Ge unloaded the large iron pot and carefully placed it on the mud.

Fortunately, the pot was big enough and had a wide enough bottom, so it actually floated on the surface of the mud.

"Push it along."

It's easier said than done.

The three of them went down into the mud, where the mud instantly reached above their knees and was icy cold.

They had to fight against the suction force beneath their feet while pushing the large iron pot containing all the class's belongings.

Every step I take consumes all my strength.

"One, two, push!"

Crazy Brother was pushing from behind, while Hawkeye and Softie were pulling from the front.

The pot wobbled in the muddy soup, almost tipping over several times.

Mud splattered all over my body and face, and to make matters worse, there was no foothold at all.

Kuang Ge felt his thigh cramping, the soreness shooting straight to the top of his head.

"I can't go on..." Her stamina bar was already red, and she was only holding on by willpower. "I can't pull my leg out... I really can't pull it out..."

The team stopped in the middle of the mud pit.

dilemma.

Seeing this, the viewers in the live stream became anxious.

"Crazy Bro! Don't push yourself!"

"This dungeon is way too difficult! It's a five-man dungeon and you're having three people doing it, with all the gear load on one person's back. How are you supposed to play like that?"

"Take my advice, brother, and call for reinforcements!"

"That retired veteran is still on the application list! Let him come in and take the blame for you!"

"Exactly! Even just bringing in a couple of fans to do the hard labor would be great! It's easier to get through this mess when there are more people!"

The screen was flooded with comments and private messages.

As long as Brother Kuang nods now, countless new forces will immediately descend upon this instance to help them push the blame, scout the way, and even carry them.

This is allowed by the game mechanics.

This is also the most "rational" choice.

Kuang Ge's face was covered in mud, and he was panting heavily, gripping the edge of the pot tightly.

His retina was frantically popping up with "team-up requests" from the outside world.

[Player "Special Forces King 007" has applied to join the team.]

[Player "China's Number One Strongest Man" has applied to join the team.]

Just click "Agree".

This damned quagmire can be turned into a thoroughfare in an instant.

Kuang Ge looked at the pop-up windows, then glanced at Eagle Eye and Ruan Ruan, who were gritting their teeth and pulling on the rope with their faces turning purple.

And then there was the old squad leader who walked at the very front, using his one arm to find his way, and who refused to let them help him so as not to add to their burden.

"call……"

Kuang Ge spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with mud and sand.

"Get lost!"

He roared in the live stream, his voice hoarse yet irritable.

"I'll lead my own team!"