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

"What the heck?"

Kuang Ge rubbed the back of his hand, looking at the seemingly harmless wild vegetable on the ground.

"Isn't this just wild celery? We've seen similar things at the foot of the snow-capped mountains..."

"The snow-capped mountains are snow-capped mountains, but this is grassland!"

The old squad leader walked over with a stern face.

He used that bare stick to pound the succulent plant into the mud until no green shoots could be seen anymore.

"You silly boy, it seems you've really gone mad with hunger."

The old squad leader raised his head, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

"Previously, there was a squad in the Third Company that went without food for three days."

"They found a large patch of this grass next to a pond."

"The class monitor was overjoyed, thinking that there was always a way out, so he had all the grass cut down and cooked a whole pot of it."

The old squad leader paused, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"That soup...smells sweet."

"That night, the soldiers in that platoon ate their fill; it was the most they had eaten since they entered the grasslands."

"And then?" Ruan Ruan asked softly from behind.

"And the result?" The old sergeant smirked. "The next day, when the reveille sounded, not a single person in that platoon stood up."

"They're all dead."

"His tongue was so swollen it filled his mouth, his throat was blocked, his intestines were rotting... He suffocated to death, he died from the pain."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the three of them felt a chill run down their spines.

Just now, they almost became the next "gluttons who died from overeating".

"In this godforsaken place," the old sergeant turned around and pointed with his stick at the endless expanse of green, "the brighter something is, the more poisonous it is."

"The more beautiful a place is, the more likely it is to be a cannibalistic place."

"Remember my words, you are not allowed to put anything in your mouths except what I tell you to eat, not even grass roots!"

"Gurgle..."

Crazy Brother's stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment.

The burning sensation from the friction against his stomach walls intensified, but looking at the green plants all over the ground, he now only felt nauseous.

They were like beggars abandoned in a buffet restaurant, looking at a table full of delicious food, only to be told that every dish had been poisoned with arsenic.

"Let's go." The old squad leader sighed. "That cloud ahead looks strange. We need to find a place to land quickly."

Kuang Ge looked up.

The sky, which was just a moment ago as blue as a jewel, suddenly changed its appearance.

The sky over this meadow changes faster than a woman's face, without any transition.

A huge, dark purple cloud, like an overturned iron pot, pressed heavily overhead.

The gentle breeze instantly turned into a raging gale.

"call--!!"

The wind howled, whipping up withered grass and foul-smelling mud, pelting down on us.

"It's going to rain!" Hawkeye yelled. "We need cover!"

He looked around, and his heart sank instantly.

There are no trees.

There are no rocks.

There are no caves.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but grass and water.

There isn't even a tall mound of earth!

On this vast grassland, people are like meat on a chopping board, with nowhere to hide.

"What cover are there?!" the old sergeant roared, his voice ripped apart by the wind. "Stand still and withstand the impact! Protect the pot! Protect the cow dung!"

"Crackling and popping!"

Before the words were even finished, the "rain" began to fall.

Hailstones the size of soybeans, mixed with cold, black rain, rained down like bullets.

"hiss--!"

Ruan Ruan was hit on the forehead by a hailstone, and tears instantly streamed down her face from the pain.

"Squat down! Everyone squat down!"

Kuang Ge took the big iron pot off his back and tried to put it on his head, but the old squad leader kicked it away.

"A pot is for cooking! Do you want to smash it open?!"

The old squad leader clutched the pot tightly to his chest; it was the lifeblood of the entire squad.

Then he pointed to the oilcloth bag that Xiaodouzi was carrying—it contained their only remaining bit of dried cow dung.

"Take off your clothes! Cover the cow dung!"

"As long as the embers don't get wet, we have a chance to survive!"

"If the fire gets wet, we'll all freeze to death tonight!"

With a determined look, Kuang Ge tore open his tattered cotton-padded jacket and squeezed in with Eagle Eye and Ruan Ruan.

The four people, along with a group of NPCs, huddled together tightly in this muddy swamp where there was no shelter from the elements.

They used their backs to withstand the hail and torrential rain, forming a makeshift human tent with their bodies to protect the pot and the bag of cow dung in the center.

cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

In the snow-capped mountains, the cold is a dry cold, like being cut by a knife.

On the grass, the cold is a damp cold, like countless icy little snakes crawling in through the collar and cuffs, burrowing straight into the bones.

The rainwater mixed with mud instantly drenched everyone.

The bar representing body temperature on the player's panel is plummeting at an alarming rate.

[Warning: Core body temperature drops to 34 degrees Celsius.]

[Warning: In extremely humid environments, the risk of wound infection increases by 50%.]

[Warning: Hypothermia stacks, stamina loss rate increases by 200%.]

"Hold……"

Crazy Brother's teeth chattered, making a "clucking" sound.

That familiar numbness, like when you're dying on a snow-capped mountain, has returned.

Rainwater streamed down my brow bone and into my eyes, dark and rotten.

He looked at the old squad leader.

The middle-aged man with a missing hand was hunched over, like an old shrimp protecting its young, using his thin, tattered military uniform to cover the dry food bag.

Even as the hailstones pounded against his back with a dull thud, he remained motionless.

"This fucking summer picnic..." Crazy Brother cursed Luo An in his heart, tears mingling with the rain, "It's like an open-air water dungeon!"

The torrential rain seemed to be draining the Milky Way dry, continuing until nightfall as the game progressed.

When the last ray of light was swallowed up, the whole world was plunged into absolute darkness.

Only the sound of rain pattering down, like the wailing of countless wronged souls in my ears.

The daytime heat and humidity vanished, and the temperature plummeted to freezing zero degrees Celsius.

If it were flat ground, all you had to do was build a fire and dry your clothes; you might be able to survive.

But this is a meadow.

For miles around, not a single piece of dry firewood could be found.

The bag of dried cow dung that they had risked their lives to protect couldn't be lit in this torrential rain.

"Don't sleep, everyone..."

From the darkness came the old squad leader's weak yet stern voice.

"Don't lie down."

"Whoever lies down will never get up again."

Ruan Ruan was already shivering, and her voice sounded unsteady.

"Class monitor... I'm so sleepy... I want to lie down for a while... just for a little while..."