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

When it was Crazy Bro and Hawkeye's turn, they didn't care about their image at all. They lay down by the pot and, without using chopsticks, took turns drinking the soup with their butts sticking out.

The scalding soup went down his throat, and the excruciatingly hot sensation made Crazy Brother groan involuntarily.

"Cool!"

"This is what you call eating!"

Kuang Ge and his gang finally felt like they had crawled halfway back from the brink of death.

Actually, there's no sweetness at all.

It tastes earthy and bitter all at once.

But in this desperate darkness, this little bit of warmth is the only sweetness.

The old squad leader was the last to eat.

He only drank a few sips of the remaining soup, chewed two of the oldest grass stems, and then put down the branch.

"Alright, as long as it's a little warm, that's fine."

The old squad leader leaned against the sheltered earthen embankment, his one arm still tightly clutching the probing stick.

Late at night.

The rain was still falling, drizzling down.

Even after eating and drinking my fill, the suffocating fatigue didn't disappear; instead, it felt even heavier due to the relaxation of my mind.

It was too quiet around us.

Aside from the sound of rain, there were only the occasional howls of unknown wild animals in the distance, or the bubbling sound of mud rising from the swamp.

This kind of deathly silence is more torturous than hunger.

It makes one think:

How much longer do we have to walk?

Can we still get out?

Several young soldiers huddled around the fire, hugging their knees, their eyes somewhat vacant.

That's a sign that your willpower is starting to crumble.

"Make a noise."

Kuang Ge keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

He's a top streamer in the livestream room and knows exactly how to evoke emotions.

At times like these, you can't keep it bottled up.

Once you feel a tightness in your chest, that breath is released.

"Softie girl." Crazy Brother nudged Softie next to him with his elbow.

"Aren't you... our Tomato's number one talent queen?"

"Say a couple of sentences?"

"It's so dark here, let's brighten everyone's spirits up."

Ruan Ruan was taken aback.

She glanced at the young soldiers around her, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Especially the NPC named Xiaohu, who had his head buried in his knees and his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he was secretly wiping away tears.

It seems she's homesick.

Ruan Ruan took a deep breath and nodded.

"it is good."

She cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the soldiers around her.

As a streamer who possesses both good looks and talent, Ruan Ruan's singing skills are professional-level.

"The wind blows, starlight falls, and the wheat fields of my hometown ripple with golden waves..."

Ruan Ruan sang a popular inspirational song on Blue Star called "Starlight Watcher".

Her voice was ethereal and melodious, with a vibrato technique honed through professional training.

On this vast and desolate grassland, the singing voice was like a delicate lark, elegant, melodious, and flawless.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

"It sounds great! It has to be my Ruan Ruan!"

"That a cappella singing is amazing, it even has built-in reverb!"

"Waaaaah, hearing this kind of song in this godforsaken place feels so healing."

In the game, though the little soldiers raised their heads, their eyes revealed a hint of novelty and amazement.

But that look in his eyes... was blank.

They couldn't understand the words "neon lights," "latte," and "I'll wait for you at the finish line" in the lyrics.

This singing is so "high-class".

It belongs to that brightly lit modern metropolis, to that planet where people have no worries about food and clothing, but it doesn't belong to this grassland full of mud and blood.

It is too light to weigh down this heavy night.

The song ended.

Sparse applause rang out from the surroundings.

Polite, but distant.

Ruan Ruan bit her lip awkwardly, realizing that her singing seemed out of place here.

"It sounds nice." The old squad leader smiled and nodded, giving her an out. "The girl has a beautiful voice, like a lark."

"that is……"

The old squad leader paused, then took out the pipe from his pocket. Although it was long out of tobacco, he still habitually put it in his mouth and took a couple of puffs.

"This tune is too soft."

"If your calves go weak while walking on this grass, you'll sink in."

Crazy Brother's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity.

"Squad leader, would you like to try one?"

They still don't know what the Red Legion soldiers can sing.

That old scoundrel Luo, he can't really make the old squad leader sing them an "original song", can he?

Hawkeye also looked at the old squad leader, his eyes full of curiosity.

There is no record of this army in the history books of Earth.

They had no food or water, their equipment was in terrible condition, and people were dying every day.

But why is there always a light in their eyes that even an eagle's eye can't see?

The old squad leader didn't hesitate; he took off his pipe and tapped it on the sole of his shoe.

"I'm a roughneck, I don't know anything about musical notation."

"But in the group, everyone, whether they can read or not, has to know this song."

"This is our rule, and it's also our reputation."

The old squad leader cleared his throat, and a somewhat hoarse tune, with an extremely simple melody—so simple it sounded like a children's song—sounded in the dead silence of the swamp.

"Every red soldier must firmly remember the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention!"

"First and foremost, all actions must be carried out in accordance with orders; only by acting in unison can victory be achieved!"

This is the final version of "The Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention".

The melody is so simple that you can hum it after just one listen, and the lyrics are so straightforward that even a three-year-old can understand them.

But the moment they heard the lyrics, Kuang Ge, Ying Yan, Ruan Ruan, and all the viewers in the live stream were stunned.

"This...this is the Red Legion's military song?"

"Isn't this just turning military regulations into catchy rhymes?"

The live stream was initially filled with complaints.

But as the old squad leader continued singing, the content revealed in the straightforward lyrics caused the live stream chat to pause in surprise.

"Secondly, I never take a single needle or thread from the people, and the people support and like me!"

"Thirdly, all spoils of war must be turned over to the public, in order to alleviate the burden on the people!"

Hawkeye's pupils suddenly contracted.

Not only him, but the entire live stream chat was in shock.

"These lyrics...are you serious?"

"Really? The Red Army has to manage discipline and whether the people like it when they fight?"

"That old scoundrel Luo's character is way too exaggerated, isn't it? Although our Blue Star Dragon Kingdom's army is indeed that disciplined, hehe!"

It seems that the Red Legion in the parallel world is even more idealistic.

In the game, the old squad leader's singing continues.

Not only was he singing, but the previously listless young soldiers around him also straightened their backs at this moment.

Xiao Hu, Xiao Douzi, and even the other soldiers from the platoons in the darkness in the distance all started shouting along.

"...Speak politely...and ensure fair pricing..."

"...No hitting or cursing... Protect the crops of the people..."

The voices of hundreds and thousands of people came together.

In this desolate, muddy land, from the mouths of these people who were so hungry they would eat their own skin, they sang "fair trade," "compensation for damage," and "no hitting or cursing."

At that moment, a sense of absurd shock assaulted everyone's minds.

Ruan Ruan stared wide-eyed at the group of ragged people.

They themselves were clearly on the verge of starvation.

They were clearly holding guns.

But what they sing and believe in are the most "foolish" truths in the world.

"Is this Luo the old scoundrel's parallel world...?"

Hawkeye muttered to himself, his gaze growing increasingly complex.

"To make a game, the old sergeant and his comrades even had their own military songs..."

"There's even such a detailed and rigorous set of military regulations?"