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

The trend in the live streaming room has also changed.

"I'm a game story designer, and I'm blown away. The lyrics to this song are... absolutely amazing."

"Waaaaah, why did my eyes start to well up with tears as I listened to this?"

"That old scoundrel Luo, he's done such a detailed game design! He even has a military discipline song, and the melody is so catchy!"

Kuang Ge took a deep breath, regardless of how ideal the lyrics might seem to the people of Earth.

All he knew was that looking at the old squad leader's devout face, he believed.

"Sing along, everyone!" The old sergeant looked at the three dazed recruits.

"Open your mouth, this is our soul!"

"Forgetting the lyrics is like forgetting who you are!"

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth and roared in that tone.

"Everyone should consciously abide by the rules, and supervise each other to avoid violations!"

That night.

The fast-paced and extremely simple "rustic" military song "The Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention" resonated throughout the entire Tomato Live platform.

The players on Blue Star grew increasingly curious as they listened. What kind of dragon kingdom existed in the parallel world that Luo Laozei called "Earth"?

……

In the game, it rained again the next day.

The fervor ignited by last night's rendition of "The Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention" has long since faded under the cold rain.

Physiological limits cannot be completely ignored by the mind.

The team moved silently through the mud.

The old squad leader walked at the front, plunging his stick deep into the mud with each step, stirring it a couple of times to make sure the ground was solid before daring to step out with his straw-sandwiched foot.

"Stay close."

The old squad leader didn't turn around; his voice was broken by the sound of the rain.

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, as if the little bit of soup he ate and drank in the pot last night had been completely digested.

Just then, a young soldier walking on the flank of the column suddenly stumbled.

His name was Xiao Wu. He had a very low profile in the group. He always carried a satchel wrapped in layers of oilcloth, walked carefully, and never competed with others for the right of way.

"Be careful!"

Kuang Ge reacted quickly and instinctively reached out to pull him up.

But the danger of grasslands lies in their camouflage.

The patch of land beneath Xiao Wu's feet, which appeared to be covered in green grass, suddenly collapsed like a giant black maw.

"Pfft—"

With no room to struggle, the mud instantly submerged Xiao Wu's waist and continued to engulf him at an alarming rate.

"A stick! Grab a stick!"

Madman roared and handed over the probing stick in his hand without a second thought.

Hawkeye and Softie rushed up, trying to form a human chain.

This is a standard rescue procedure.

If Xiao Wu grabs the stick, with the help of Kuang Ge and the others, it's possible to pull him out.

But it's only a possibility.

However, Xiao Wu did not reach out.

In the instant he sank, his face showed not fear, but an almost instinctive resolve.

He suddenly raised his hands, holding the oilcloth bag he had been tightly protecting high above his head.

That spot was less than ten centimeters away from the stick that Kuang Ge handed over.

He can live as long as he reaches out.

But he didn't.

"Class monitor..."

Xiao Wu's voice became sharp and shrill due to the compression of his chest cavity.

"The match... is dry!"

"puff--"

The black mud covered his neck, his mouth, and finally his wide-open eyes.

Until the very last moment, his hands remained raised high, like a monument erected on a black wasteland.

The oilcloth bag hung in mid-air, from being completely dry to being covered in raindrops.

Crazy Brother's hand froze in mid-air.

In less than five seconds, a life was lost.

Unlike the soft ones who were trapped in the abyss, the old squad leader still had time to save them.

The live stream suddenly fell silent, like the ellipsis that people use most often.

The old squad leader returned at some point and opened his mouth.

Rainwater streamed down his wrinkles, making it impossible to tell whether it was rain or something else.

He stretched out his one arm and, with trembling hands, took the oilcloth bag from Xiao Wu's already stiff hand.

As the weight disappeared, Xiao Wu's arm slowly sank into the mud.

The remaining black ripples proved that a living person had just been swallowed up here.

The old squad leader opened the oilcloth bag.

One floor, two floors, three floors.

Inside the innermost part was a box about the size of a dried sweet potato, wrapped tightly in its contents.

The old squad leader shook it gently.

"rustle."

Crisp and dry.

That was the sound of seven matches striking the box, which Xiao Wu had kept very well.

The old squad leader remained silent for a while, unable to find a dry spot on his clothes to wipe his hands, and could only carefully repackage the box.

Then he turned around and glanced at Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Softie.

Crazy Brother straightened his back instinctively, while Eagle Eyes pursed his lips.

But the old squad leader's gaze finally fell on Ruan Ruan.

"A little girl."

The old squad leader's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Take it."

Ruan Ruan was stunned. Looking at the oilcloth bag handed over by the old squad leader, her body trembled uncontrollably.

"I...class monitor...I..."

Such a heavy thing, really, really let her carry it?

"Take it." The old squad leader's tone left no room for argument.

"I need to explore the way, I need to roll in the mud."

"Those two idiots will have to take the blame and do the hard labor."

"You're safest if you walk in the middle."

The old squad leader stuffed the oilcloth bag into soft, cold hands, and patted the back of her hand hard with his one arm.

"You're a girl, you're careful, take good care of it."

"If this fire goes out, our class will really fall apart."

Ruan Ruan held the oilcloth bag, feeling as if her palms were being burned by a hot iron.

She looked up and saw that the old squad leader had turned around and walked back to the front of the line, slamming his stick into the ground. His back was hunched but as strong as iron.

Kuang Ge walked over, patted Ruan Ruan's shoulder, and didn't say anything.

But his reddened eyes said it all.

Hawkeye glanced at the mud pit that had swallowed Xiao Wu and said in a low voice.

"Let's go, don't let the matchsticks get damp."

Ruan Ruan bit her lower lip, trembling as she unbuttoned her collar and stuffed the oilcloth bag, still warm from Xiao Wu's body, into her innermost underwear.

Then she wrapped her coat tightly around herself, and took off the tattered strip of cloth that was originally around her neck, wrapped it around her waist twice, and tightened it so that not a drop of rain could seep in.

Ruan Ruan then took a step and chased after him, silently responding to Hawkeye with a single word.

"Walk."